I’m going back to Dartmouth. I’m going back home from here and I’m going back to Dartmouth and we both know I’m gona have to walk home from here. My mind and don’t I know it, I am a young, young man with nothing to show for it and don’t I wish that I were older where my boring life would be accepted as normal. These Halifax girls all they want to do is party. I can see too much of your body, at least for this public space, why don’t you show off your pretty little face. I will cross that bridge with no shame. On a Halifax street I will scream.